Gu Xu, standing in front of his desk, seemed exasperated.
When the young Yun gave orders, he dared not disobey but truly he couldn't understand. Seeing Yun Mo preoccupied with other matters, he turned his attention to a document on his desk - detailed plans for developing a piece of land in West City.
"Amo?"
Yun Mo glanced between his drawings, his eyebrows furrowing and sighing at intervals, engrossed in what he was doing.
Gu Xu wisely fell silent, shrugged his shoulder and said, "Alright, the ribbon-cutting ceremony can be rescheduled to the twenty-seventh. I'll ask the front desk to rebook the flights and hotel rooms."
After Yun Mo grunted in response, Gu Xu turned to leave.
"Wait."
As he was walking out, he turned back and asked, "What else is there?"
Yun Mo thoughtfully replied, "From now on, I want all business trips to be scheduled from the twenty-seventh of each month to the fifth of the next."
"Why?" Gu Xu asked.
